From seeing the Star of David on the Canadian $5 bill to believing there were nuclear missiles at Nanoose Bay, accused terrorist John Nuttall lived in a unique world.

In B.C. Supreme Court on Wednesday, more examples of his odd mental processes were evident in surveillance recordings capturing him dictating his will while nodding off and spouting nonsense about world politics.

At one point, Nuttall explained how an obstreperous, shoeless drunk Somali dressed as a pirate was really a messenger from Allah.

“For me it’s too late, but for you the time is now,” the man told Nuttall, who interpreted it as a sign to embrace jihad.

The 40-year-old and his wife Amanda Korody, 31, supposedly copycats of the Boston Marathon bombers, have pleaded not guilty to four terrorism-related charges in connection to an alleged plot to detonate pressure-cooker explosives at the Legislature on Canada Day in 2013.

But as their trial enters its third month, the jury is seeing more and more material the prosecution says is irrelevant but Nuttall’s lawyer insists is essential to understanding his state of mind during the elaborate RCMP sting that snared the couple.

For the first weeks of the trial, the Crown presented surveillance footage showing a focused Nuttall and Korody creating timers and planting inert bombs in Victoria.

Now jurors are seeing a dithering, confused, often reluctant and seemingly addled Nuttall seeking approval and direction from an undercover officer he admires and wants to impress.

Korody seems under Nuttall’s domination, timid and extremely ill from her addiction and other health problems. She rarely speaks.

When she wants to go to the washroom when they are out, Nuttall insists she talks with no one. He also reminds her sharply to wear a veil or head covering.

“Just remember it’s not me you are obeying. It’s Allah,” he reminds her.

Throughout the myriad secret recordings made by police, Nuttall slurs his words, speaks sluggishly and occasionally appears to nod off from the effects of using methadone and sleeping only an hour a night because of stress — he worries about his mother who is threatening to commit suicide, his teenage sister who is pregnant out of wedlock, and his younger brother who has been jailed for stabbing four people.

The surveillance also captures Nuttall explaining his wild conspiracy theories and fanciful notions of history.

For instance, he thinks the government is engaged in population control using GMO products and the aerial-spraying of chemical poison from white planes without markings or windows that can be distinguished from ordinary aircraft because one leaves a “contrail,” the other a “chemtrail.”

Nuttall called air traffic control to complain one day when they created a tick-tack-toe pattern in the sky.

They told him to get lost — about the same welcome he received from local Muslims when he turned up at the mosque looking for an AK-47.

Still, Nuttall could always tell when the planes had sprayed because of a yellow drip he got in his left nostril.

Although he was raised a Christian and became a Satanist for awhile, since embracing Islam Nuttall seems to have entered a world of Koranic literalism, peopled by angels and jinn.

And he appears to have soaked up the most hateful Muslim extremist propaganda like a sponge.

During a reconnaissance tour of Victoria on May 25, 2013, he held out a $5 bill to an undercover officer acting as his tour guide and told him there was a Star of David hidden in its design.

“Wow, eh?” replied the Mountie, who was pretending to be part of an extremist group. “I haven’t seen that one.”

“It’s the Zionist occupied government,” Nuttall said.

He added that he wanted to fire homemade rockets at the Legislature because “Canada has been giving $6 million a day to these Jews to kill Palestinians — and that’s nothing compared to what the Americans have given them.”

After visiting the capital, he told his key RCMP contact that he had learned a lot — and seen plenty of proof the government had an allegiance to the Queen.

“It’s no coincidence the Queen is printed on our money,” Nuttall insisted with a straight face.

Oh, shortly afterwards, speaking like a somnambulist giving dictation to his wife, Nuttall said that after he died he didn’t want women to wail or mourners to rip their clothes.

“Be happy for me.”

If you could laugh out loud in the courtroom, you could sell tickets to this show trial.

Comments

We encourage all readers to share their views on our articles and blog posts. We are committed to maintaining a lively but civil forum for discussion, so we ask you to avoid personal attacks, and please keep your comments relevant and respectful. If you encounter a comment that is abusive, click the "X" in the upper right corner of the comment box to report spam or abuse. We are using Facebook commenting. Visit our FAQ page for more information.

Video

Today's News

Best of Postmedia

To steel himself for the year-long journey that began Wednesday, Jonathan Pitre has been going over the hard calculus that underpins his decision to pursue a high-risk, high-reward treatment in Minnesota

When he woke up in tears the morning after he had cried himself to sleep, Rohit Saxena knew what he had to do. Leaving his wife, Lesley, asleep in bed, Rohit went downstairs, opened his laptop and began to write. “They say your kids are your hearts outside your body,” he wrote. “I’ll always be […]

Almost Done!

Postmedia wants to improve your reading experience as well as share the best deals and promotions from our advertisers with you. The information below will be used to optimize the content and make ads across the network more relevant to you. You can always change the information you share with us by editing your profile.

By clicking "Create Account", I hearby grant permission to Postmedia to use my account information to create my account.

I also accept and agree to be bound by Postmedia's Terms and Conditions with respect to my use of the Site and I have read and understand Postmedia's Privacy Statement. I consent to the collection, use, maintenance, and disclosure of my information in accordance with the Postmedia's Privacy Policy.

Postmedia wants to improve your reading experience as well as share the best deals and promotions from our advertisers with you. The information below will be used to optimize the content and make ads across the network more relevant to you. You can always change the information you share with us by editing your profile.

By clicking "Create Account", I hearby grant permission to Postmedia to use my account information to create my account.

I also accept and agree to be bound by Postmedia's Terms and Conditions with respect to my use of the Site and I have read and understand Postmedia's Privacy Statement. I consent to the collection, use, maintenance, and disclosure of my information in accordance with the Postmedia's Privacy Policy.